Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEEEEEEET! Captain Sullivan: Company! Atten-HUT! EnsAxelrod: ::AA:: Captain Sullivan: :::gives Axe a cookie:::: Nvaaron: ::AA:: MajorAZinthys: ::AA:: Lt TKirr: ::AA:: MCptAdamDrake: ::@@:: Kiley Airell: Kiley Airell: ::AA:: VAdm Blackthorne: First of all, please welcome 2Lt. Mark Randal to the security department! ::points to Nvaaron:: MajorAZinthys: ::Cheers wildly:: Lt TKirr: Welcome! EnsAxelrod: Welcome Aboard. Kiley Airell: Welcome . . . Zinthys, keep this one alive this time, will ya?? MajorAZinthys: ::sucks teeth:: Oh, man... MajorAZinthys: Do I have to? Kiley Airell: yes! VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, alright, pipe down. Kiley Airell: I'm getting tired of trying to clean up the mess after you get through with them. MCptAdamDrake: ::slowly hides the blue milk:: VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight, we're still en route to Blackthorne-only-knows-where. EnsAxelrod: ::Thinks.:: That sounds promosing. VAdm Blackthorne: The fighter squadron is still in the holodeck training on the new Mustang-class fighters. VAdm Blackthorne: Of course, Engineering is trying to get the replicators to not make everyone sick... VAdm Blackthorne: All the while, patients are pouring into sickbay with stomach pains. VAdm Blackthorne: Questions? Kiley Airell: No Sir Cdr Michael Hill has entered the room. VAdm Blackthorne: Alright then... VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM MCptAdamDrake: ::standing in main engineering looking at the mounds and mounds of work he has to do to fix the replicators:: MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin, what is the status of teams one and two? MajorAZinthys: ::Still standing at Tactical:: Captain Sullivan: :::on the bridge hoping that her stomach doesn't growl too badly::: MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::points to the consoles and runs his hands along the desk:: Decks one through three taken care of. Team two has started at the bottom, twenty-two through twenty-four complete. EnsAxelrod: ::Maneuvers himself around to prepare to engage the next batch of fighters.:: Lt TKirr: ::in holodeck in fighter:: MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Good good. Purging takes time, what is their average time in completing a single deck? ::Taps a PADD:: Nvaaron: :::Steps out of the shuttle craft Toby into an empty shuttle bay wondering why the lack of people to greet him:: VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Alright, time to step it up a notch. Computer, load four bandits, Romulans. Lt TKirr: ::comes around and formates with Blackthorne:: MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::taps the console screen and runs his eyes over the information:: Average deck time, thirteen and a half minutes for a full purging. Captain Sullivan: :::not turning to look around::: Don't your legs ever cramp up from standing there all the time? VAdm Blackthorne: ::breaks hard right and dives into the fray:: MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Keep me informed. ::whispers:: And if you want to send some people up to decks two or three, or the bottom decks, we can get us some food. MajorAZinthys: ::Sees the big flashing red light blinking at him:: MajorAZinthys: That's why I move around when I can. MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::grins and leans over:: We fixed the Engineering one first. ::winks:: Nvaaron: ::Thumbing his phaser:: Computer Time? Kiley Airell: ::in sickbay treating all the patients that have come in:: MajorAZinthys: Permission to attend to other duties, Captain? EnsAxelrod: ::Punches the throttle and speeds off following Blackthorne.:: VAdm Blackthorne: ::firing at what he can get a shot at with the omnidirectional phasers:: Captain Sullivan: :::sucks her teeth for a moment::: Permission granted.... Major. Nvaaron: ::Upon hearing time sighs:: Maybe I should wait here... MajorAZinthys: Thank you, Captain. MajorAZinthys: ::Walks to the TL:: MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles and steps away:: Lt TKirr: ::takes a dive in elevation, firing phasers in the general direction of the Romulans:: MajorAZinthys: Deck 18. MajorAZinthys: ::Rides the long TL down 17 decks:: VAdm Blackthorne: ::picks up one on his tail and pulls a split-S to get away:: Nvaaron: Then again... Maybe not... ::Steps out of the shuttle bay and starts walking aimlessly through the ship... Nvaaron: refusing to ask for directions from the computer:: EnsAxelrod: ::Fires at one of the Romulan Fighters.:: MajorAZinthys: ::TL stops at the main shuttlebay:: VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets behind it and tries to get a microtorp lock:: Lt TKirr: ::finds two Romulans conveniently close together and pushes the thrusters hard between them, firing laterally MajorAZinthys: ::Looks around, sees no new crewpeople in the Main Shuttlebay:: VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets a lock:: Thank you. ::fires the torp, destroying the Romulan:: MCptAdamDrake: ::walks across Engineering and climbs the ladder to the second deck:: Environmental control status? Lt TKirr: +Fighters+ Nice shot, Admiral. MCptAdamDrake: Laxon> ::hands him a PADD:: Fully operational, sir, no faults found since replicators went off line. Kiley Airell: ::mutters something about engineers and always working soooooo slow:: MCptAdamDrake: ::nods and climbs down the ladder:: Good work Ensign. Kiley Airell: :;continues to work on patients:: MajorAZinthys: Computer, locate ::checks PADD::... Mark Randal. VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Thank you. ::comes around to rejoin the fray:: EnsAxelrod: ::Flies over the fighter as it charges after him.:: Lt TKirr: ::moves around in front of another Romulan, taunting it with her close range, and distracts it effectively, concentrating solely on dodging fire:: Nvaaron: ::Finally stops:: Computer, who is in charge of security? MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Captain! Team on and two have confirmed another set of decks purged of all replicator anomalies. Decks Twenty-one and four are confirmed cleansed. MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Thank you, Michael. Lt TKirr: ::notices Axelrod behind her Romulan:: Captain Sullivan: :::crosses her legs in a manner that bespeaks reluctant elegance and hidden confidence:::: VAdm Blackthorne: ::dodges and weaves, firing phasers when he can:: EnsAxelrod: Ok, got a bogey on my six. Lets switch to Reverse Phasers. Lt TKirr: <> MajorAZinthys: Computer> Second Lieutenant Mark Randal is on deck 18. MajorAZinthys: Hrm... MajorAZinthys: ::Walks back out of the Shuttlebay:: Captain Sullivan: :::hits her commbadge in quiet manner:::: Very good, Drake. EnsAxelrod: ::Takes evasive maneuvers to dodge the enemies fire.:: Lt TKirr: <> Captain Sullivan: <> Nvaaron: ::Bumps right into the Major outside the holodeck:: Nvaaron: Oh sorry... MajorAZinthys: Computer (to Randal)> Major Allen Zinthys is the Chief of Security. MajorAZinthys: ::Doesn't budge:: Kiley Airell: ::sighs softly as sickbay is overwhelmed with patients, has those still awake take others back to their quarters to get some sleep:: MCptAdamDrake: +Sullivan+ Yes, Captain? MajorAZinthys: Lost? EnsAxelrod: <> Captain Sullivan: <> Lt TKirr: ::finds her Romulan no longer being chased and attempts to lose it:: Nvaaron: I guess I am looking for a Major Zinthys... ::Notices the rank:: Nvaaron: Uhh major? Captain Sullivan: <> MCptAdamDrake: {{::looks up:: Oops, Jeddin as talking to me. Sorry for the confusion. :-X He'll just call me Marine from now own. :-)}} MajorAZinthys: Lieutenant Randal, I presume? Captain Sullivan: <> MCptAdamDrake: {{LOL. Sleep is for mortals - it's SO overrated.}} Kiley Airell: <> Lt TKirr: ::evades her Romulan while trying to get a lock on Axe's tail:: Nvaaron: Uhh yes sir... Captain Sullivan: <> MajorAZinthys: ::Sticks out his hand:: Major Allen Zinthys. VAdm Blackthorne: ::swoops in behind the Romulan on T'Kirr:: EnsAxelrod: ::Switches to reverse phasers.:: Oh come on, give me a shot. Captain Sullivan: <> Nvaaron: Uh yes sir nice to meet you sir... ::Shakes his hand:: I appologise for not having the time to familiarize myself with the ships compliment or stats but they shipped me off from 120 in a hurry... Lt TKirr: ::uses Romulan behind Axe to block her comrade's reverse phasers, and flurries it from behind:: MajorAZinthys: <<::Laughs::>> Nvaaron: I here you need a security assistant. MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Understandable. Yes, I am in need of a qualified assistant and capable marine commander. VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets a lock on the Romulan on T'Kirr:: Goodbye. ::fires the microtorp:: MajorAZinthys: I trust you fit the bill? Nvaaron: ::Snaps to attention and salutes:: Thats me sir... Lt TKirr: ::locks microtorp on Axe's Romulan, and simultaneously launches with Blackthorne:: EnsAxelrod: ::Gets hit. And again. And again.:: Dang. WillFMarlowe has entered the room. Lt TKirr: ::banks hard to avoid flying debris, wondering what the heck just happened:: Kiley Airell: ::sighs as the patients finally slow down, moves off to her office and takes a seat:: MajorAZinthys: Good. Follow me and I'll show you your office. Captain Sullivan: <> WillFMarlowe: <> MajorAZinthys: <> VAdm Blackthorne: <> MajorAZinthys: ::Walks to the TL:: Nvaaron: ::Follows silently behind the major:: WillFMarlowe: <> Captain Sullivan: <> Lt TKirr: ::checks her sensors:: MajorAZinthys: Deck 7. Kiley Airell: <> MajorAZinthys: Where did you say you transferred from? EnsAxelrod: ::The Rommie locks a Microtorp on Axe.:: Oh shit. Lt TKirr: <> Nvaaron: Oh I was on the Crazy Horse sir... VAdm Blackthorne: <> Kiley Airell: <> EnsAxelrod: <> Lt TKirr: <> Lt TKirr: <> MajorAZinthys: ::Checks the PADD again:: WillFMarlowe: <> ::returns to sickbay from whereever he was before:: Captain Sullivan: <> VAdm Blackthorne: <> EnsAxelrod: <> MajorAZinthys: Right. But I haven't been informed what that is. A ship, I'm assuming? MajorAZinthys: ::TL stops, doors open:: Cdr Michael Hill has left the room. MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the console and watches the flurry of reports trickle in:: Environmental controls are at full efficiency. Life support and weapons seem to be uneffected. Nvaaron: Yes sir... MajorAZinthys: ::Walks to the security offices:: WillFMarlowe: ::walks over to Airell:: What's our status? Nvaaron: The NCC 142783 Kiley Airell: ::moves over to her replicator to see if it's still offline:: MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Well, then, we're here. MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::leans over and stretches:: Decks Five, Six, Nineteen, and Twenty report decontaminated. Captain Sullivan: <> MajorAZinthys: Deck Seven. Security offices, Main Armory, and the brig. VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Nicely done, Lieutenant. Ensign, what happened there? Kiley Airell: ::almost hesitates to say this:: so far patients are treated and resting . . . Nvaaron: I see... Nvaaron: Sir I have a small problem... MCptAdamDrake: ::turns:: Good, that leaves decks seven through eighteen. Send out team three to work from the middle out. EnsAxelrod: +Fighters+ Well sir, I was evading, but still got hit with some minor phaser fire. Then the enemy had a lock on me but wasn't able to fire before he was destroyed, luckily. MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::nods and motions to a Lieutenant JG:: MajorAZinthys: ::Leads them to the offices:: Kiley Airell: And, I'm exhausted. How are you holding up Will? MCptAdamDrake: LtJG> ::nods and scampers off with a team of four:: MajorAZinthys: What is that? Lt TKirr: +Fighters+ ::almost amusingly:: I'm not sure we could replicate that collection of maneuvers again without some difficulty... VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Roll out next time, and vary your speed more. MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> They'll start on deck twelve. MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Excellent. EnsAxelrod: +Fighters+ Aye sir. Nvaaron: Well they rushed me off in such a hurry from 120... VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ You'll find these new fighters to be a bit more responsive in those areas. MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: WillFMarlowe: I'm well. I could take over here for a while if you want to go get a bit of rest. Nvaaron: I didnt really have a chance to pack any of my gear... VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Computer, deactivate the remaining fighter. Captain Sullivan: :::digs in her armside compartment and finds her happy stash of Swedish Fish brought aboard from her favorite candy store on Earth:::: VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Time for bombing practice. There are anti-aircraft and personnel guns set up on the planet below. Nvaaron: My clothing sir, uniforms, personal items... Nvaaron: All still on starbase 120. Captain Sullivan: :::pops a few in her mouth and savors them as she sucks on them::: MajorAZinthys: So what, exactly, did you come with? Kiley Airell: That is probably a good idea. I'm hungry too. But I don't dare trust those replicators. ::smiles:: good thing I always keep a stash of emergency rations, my own special emergency rations, in my quarters. Nvaaron: Well the Toby had this phaser in it... Nvaaron: And this uniform... Lt TKirr: +Fighters+ Understood. Nvaaron: But ive been in it for 4 days VAdm Blackthorne: ::dives down toward the planet's atmosphere:: EnsAxelrod: +Fighters+ Aye Aye Admiral. Kiley Airell: Let me know if there are any new developements, or if a new wave of patients come in. Don't want sickbay overwhelmed. Lt TKirr: ::dives after him:: WillFMarlowe: I understand. MajorAZinthys: So you have a sidearm, and one uniform? EnsAxelrod: ::Follows.:: Nvaaron: Uhh yes sir MCptAdamDrake: {{That's all anyone ever needs, right? ;-)}} MajorAZinthys: Normally that wouldn't be a problem... VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ You'll see the targets up ahead. T'Kirr to the right, Axelrod to the left. I'll take center. MajorAZinthys: but we're having a problem with the replicators malfunctioning Kiley Airell: ::nods and walks out of sickbay heading to her quarters:: Lt TKirr: +Fighters+ I copy. Kiley Airell: <> EnsAxelrod: ::Moves more out to the left.:: +Fighters+ Roger. MajorAZinthys: Let me check and see what their status is. Captain Sullivan: <> Nvaaron: I see... MajorAZinthys: ::taps:: +Drake+ Major Zinthys to Captain Drake. Kiley Airell: <> WillFMarlowe: ::walks to the recovery area where the sick crewmembers are resting and checks their readouts:: Nvaaron: ::Stands patiently:: Captain Sullivan: <> Captain Sullivan: :::uses her tongue to peel one of the fish from the roof of her mouth:::: Kiley Airell: <> Captain Sullivan: <> VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ You have four cluster bombs and four smart bombs. MCptAdamDrake: +Zinthys+ Go ahead, Major. ::is hunched over a panel:: MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ What is the status of the replicators? EnsAxelrod: Cluster for Personnel. Smart for structures. Lt TKirr: ::turns right, widening the distance between Blackthorne and herself, mapping turrent locations and the best usage of her armament:: VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Use them wisely. VAdm Blackthorne: ::targets an AA gun with a smart bomb:: MCptAdamDrake: ::Taps the console:: MCptAdamDrake: +Zinthys+ Decks Eight through Seventeen are still be deconed, sir. We're working as quickly and efficiently as we can. Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::enters the bridge and hands a few PADD to Suli:::: Mail call, Sir. EnsAxelrod: ::Aims for a group of Anti-Personnel with a Cluster Bomb.:: MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ But the rest can be used, correct? MCptAdamDrake: +Zinthys+ Yes, Major, all replicators and the before unmentioned decks are fit for use. Captain Sullivan: :::looks up:::: Didn't I tell you to leave those on my desk? You know? The one in my office? VAdm Blackthorne: ::drops the smart bomb and watches the AA gun go up in flames:: Captain Sullivan: <> MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ Thank you, Mr. Drake. MajorAZinthys: ::Cuts the comm:: MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles and walks into his office:: MajorAZinthys: Okay, no problem for now. You can use the replicators to ensure that you have clothes. Lt TKirr: <> Nvaaron: Problems with the replicators eh? VAdm Blackthorne: <> MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: It's being cleared up now. MajorAZinthys: Have any plans been made to acquire your personal effects? Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::quirks a brow::: Oh, you mean that place that you spend more time in than you should? EnsAxelrod: 3, 2, 1, bombs away. ::Drops the bomb. Obliterates over 20 anti-Personnel.:: MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::shouts:: Decks Eight and Seventeen fixed sure. Deck Twelve, Thirteen, and Fourteen report cleared by Team Two. Leaving Decks Nine, Ten, Eleven, Fifteen, and Sixteen to work on. Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> That place where you practically sleep? VAdm Blackthorne: ::dives forward and drops a cluster on a group of parked enemy fighters:: Nvaaron: Oh uh Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> That place which causes me to wonder why they waste the space of perfectly good quarters on you? Nvaaron: Well I'll have to send for them Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> That place where.... Captain Sullivan: Solitaire? Nvaaron: Where are we en route to by the way so I can have them shipped there. Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> Yes, sir? Captain Sullivan: Shut up. MajorAZinthys: Ummm... well, see, that's a problem. The Admiral has not yet informed us. Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> Yes, sir. WillFMarlowe: Karanova> ::walks to the supply area with a PADD and deducts the used antinausea drugs from the ship's supply manifest:: Lt TKirr: ::passes low between two turrent, releasing a cluster and shoots out of its radius, up and towards a third, which she obliterates quickly with a smart bomb:: EnsAxelrod: ::Drops lower to the surface and begins firing phasers at parked fighters. Targets the central fighter with a cluster bomb.:: Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::smirks slightly before turning on her heel and exiting the bridge::: Nvaaron: I see... MCptAdamDrake: ::walks out of Engineering and steps into the TL:: Deck Sixteen, Main Sickbay. Nvaaron: Well i guess it will be a while then... EnsAxelrod: ::Drops it.:: MajorAZinthys: But as soon as I find out I will inform you. There's no reason for you to be without your belongings for any longer than neccessary. VAdm Blackthorne: ::targets another AA with a smart bomb and takes it out:: MCptAdamDrake: ::rides the TL up a deck and steps into Sickbay:: Captain Sullivan: :::clicks one of the PADDs on and begins to read quietly::: Nvaaron: Thank you sir. WillFMarlowe: ::standing over one of the patients with a PADD, noting the changes in his condition in the ship's medical log:: Nvaaron: How bout my quarters? WillFMarlowe: ::looks up:: Can I help you, Captain? Captain Sullivan: :::sighs quietly::: Damn her. MajorAZinthys: Oh, right. We'll have to get Operations to assign you those. But hold off on using the replicators down there for right now. If you need anything, get it up here. EnsAxelrod: <> MajorAZinthys: ::Gestures to his right:: Your office is through there. VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Nicely done, both of you. MCptAdamDrake: {{Night Axe!}} VAdm Blackthorne: <> WillFMarlowe: <<'Bye Axe.>> Nvaaron: Uh yes sir... Nvaaron: > Lt TKirr: <> EnsAxelrod: <> EnsAxelrod has left the room. Nvaaron: > MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at Marlowe:: I need to know where your replicator is. It needs to be fixed, and since it's a medical-based replicator it needs special modifications. ::holds up toolkit:: MajorAZinthys: Also, you will be needing to pay a visit to Sickbay to ensure that all your medical records are up to date Kiley Airell: <> MCptAdamDrake: {{Night Kiley!}} VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ That's enough training for now, you're familiar with the new interface. WillFMarlowe: There's one in Dr. Airell's office--::points::--and one in the supply room overe there--::points again:: VAdm Blackthorne: Computer, end simulation. VAdm Blackthorne: <> WillFMarlowe: <<'Night.>> Kiley Airell has left the room. MajorAZinthys: Anything else you can think of? Captain Sullivan: :::silently reads::: Dear Captain Sullivan Ruffian, My name is Mira and I am in the third grade. I have lived at the Orfanage here on Bajor for 4 years now. Soon, I will get to go home. Lt TKirr: ::finds herself sitting in an empty holodeck with Blackthorne and Axe:: Nvaaron: ::Looks at the major:: No sir if you dont mind I think I'll settle into my office now. Nvaaron: > MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Excellent. If you need me, I'll be on the bridge. MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Any other ones? Nvaaron: Thank you sir. MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: VAdm Blackthorne: I'm satisfied, for now. Continue to familiarize yourselves with the new ship and be ready. Dismissed. WillFMarlowe: <> Captain Sullivan: When you and your brafe crew reskewed those people from the Cardathians, you found my grandmother and grandfather. Nvaaron: ::Walks into office to get settled in:: MajorAZinthys: ::Walks back to the TL:: Deck 1. Nvaaron has left the room. MCptAdamDrake: {{HIS OFFICE IS A BLACK HOLE!}} Lt TKirr: ::walks out of the holodeck:: Captain Sullivan: Because of all of your good people, I have a family again and a home to go home to. I just wanted to say, "Thank you." MajorAZinthys: ::TL stops, doors open:: MajorAZinthys: ::Walks out onto the bridge:: Captain Sullivan: Yours 4ever, Mira. WillFMarlowe: <> WillFMarlowe: <> Lt TKirr: ::walks to her quarters:: MCptAdamDrake: {{::Glares at Will:: I thought it was funny. :-(}} WillFMarlowe: <> MajorAZinthys: ::Resumes his duty station:: VAdm Blackthorne: ::Exits the holodeck, enters the TL:: Bridge. Captain Sullivan: P.S. When you come back to Bajor to visit, we hope that you will have dinner with us. Do you like Skrellian peas? I hope not. I hate them and Elder Tokash says that it would be bad manners to serve a guest MajorAZinthys: Is everything alright, Captain? Captain Sullivan: such as yourself something that you hate. Pleeze say you hate them, too.... for my sake. Captain Sullivan: ::::jumps as Zinthys speaks and quickly turns the PADD off::: Fine. Everything is fine, Major. MajorAZinthys: Jumpy, much? Lt TKirr: ::enters her quarters and settles down for a small meditation break:: MCptAdamDrake: ::goes to work and finishes the first one - moves to the other and finishes that with tweaking only the animating subroutines:: Done! MCptAdamDrake: ::Walks out into the corridor and into the TL:: Engineering. Captain Sullivan: :::snorts and chokes on a piece of Swedish Fish::: Nosey.... :::cough cough cough::: much? :::hack cough choke::: MajorAZinthys: ::Smiles:: Only with you. MCptAdamDrake: ::walks into Engineering:: VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters the bridge:: MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Chief, all decks reported clean. MCptAdamDrake: Excellent! MCptAdamDrake: +Bridge+ Engineering to Bridge. MajorAZinthys: Admiral on the bridge! WillFMarlowe: ::walks over to the replicator in Dr. Airell's office and orders a cup of green tea:: Captain Sullivan: :::stops coughing and swallows hard as a smile sneaks across her lips::: VAdm Blackthorne: As you were. WillFMarlowe: ::examines it carefully to make sure that it the proper color, then sips experimentally:: Captain Sullivan: :::composes herself and looks at the Admiral::: I trust your exercises were.... productive? MajorAZinthys: ::Resumes his work:: MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ Go ahead, Mr. Drake. VAdm Blackthorne: Indeed. They're good pilots. Captain Sullivan: :::quickly runs her tongue over her teeth to make sure all traces of the red candy are gone:::: VAdm Blackthorne: Status report, please. MCptAdamDrake: +Bridge+ All decks reported in as clean of the power surge in the replicator systems, we're good to go! MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ Excellent. MajorAZinthys: Engineering reports that the replicator problem has been solved VAdm Blackthorne: That's good to hear. I am hungry. Captain Sullivan: And other than that... all systems seem to be working at and beyond standards. MCptAdamDrake: ::slinks back into his office and snags a coffee from his personal replicator:: VAdm Blackthorne: No other quirks have surfaced? Odd, from a refitted ship. Captain Sullivan: Lieutenant Emeril sets up a Cajun station in the lounge every Tuesday.... you might want to give it a try. I hear it is very good. Lt TKirr: ::feels somewhat refreshed and mind in order, gets up, and exits quarters, walking down the hall to the TL:: Lt TKirr: ::enters TL:: Bridge. VAdm Blackthorne: That's also good to know. ::chuckles and sits down:: Captain Sullivan: :::pats the arm of her chair::: When the base is sound and sturdy... it's hard to really screw it up. VAdm Blackthorne: Excellent. VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM Lt TKirr: ::enters Bridge, VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM Lt TKirr: ::pauses:: Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEET! MajorAZinthys: ::AA:: Captain Sullivan: Company! WillFMarlowe: ::AA:: Captain Sullivan: Atten-HUT! MCptAdamDrake: ::@@:: Captain Sullivan: :::gives Zinthys a kiss::: MajorAZinthys: ::Returns it eagerly:: Lt TKirr: ::AA:: VAdm Blackthorne: ::zaps Zinthys:: Captain Sullivan: :::pokes his tummy::: No cookies for you. MajorAZinthys: ::Zapped:: VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, next week, we'll arrive at our destination. VAdm Blackthorne: Any questions? Captain Sullivan: Will there be time to buy souveniers while we are there? VAdm Blackthorne: Perhaps. MajorAZinthys: ::hopes we're going to Disney Planet:: VAdm Blackthorne: That's all for this week. Captain? Lt TKirr: Sorry, was somewhat preoccupied in mind this sim =/ Captain Sullivan: :::hugs Kirr::: Lt TKirr: <---Slacker Captain Sullivan: TWEEEET! TWEEET! Captain Sullivan: Company! 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